When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother what would I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Heres what she said to me

Que sera, sera
What ever will be, will be
The futures not ours to see
Que sera, sera

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows day after day
Heres what my sweetheart say

Que sera, sera
What ever will be, will be
The futures not ours to see
Que sera, sera

Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother what will I be
Will I be handsome will I be rich
I tell them tenderly

Que sera, sera
What ever will be, will be
The futures not ours to see
Que sera, sera